Eh, eh, eh, yo mama got a long ass throat, when she drink milk   By the time it get to her stomach it's spoiled   Where you get that cream from man?   The ice cream man, man, that nigga ain't no muthafuckin' joke      Hold on, hold on, close the blinds, 'cause   'Cause the neighbors are lookin'   What? Nigga let's get busy man, I'm ready to hit this big shit man   You know what I'm sayin', this is big, big   Get that kid outta here      Whoa, the kids, man get the kids outta here   Close the door, 'cause they gonna tell on us   Eh, I'm blazin' this up fo tha ice cream man nigga   Uh, uh, uh, yeah      It's the ice cream man   Bitch don't you hear the music   I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it      It's the ice cream man   Bitch don't you hear the music   I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it      This shit is to be to let go, so welcome to the ghetto   Got no love from my moms an pops   Had to creep an caulk heat wit my fellows      Niggaz from the Big O, always down to scuffle   Had the hustle from the get go   An' didn't no, body, give a fuck about Jerold   Not when I had hella dirt an lint in my dried up ass curl      Hit the dice game, hurled off the night train   So hang that four-fifth at my brain   If you want me to do the right thang   Ever since my eyes open, I musta really sell dope in      The 6-9 Village of East Oakland, hopin', my dad would come back   But that fool vamp, now my mama spend the checks   On woozy's an the food stamps      That's why my ass was pumpin' gas, an shootin' craps   So I can make me some rootin'-tootin' scratch   No dap from the school hoes, now why did I cut school   Fuck school, 'cause me didn't have no school clothes      I had to go, hook up, a book up, now I'm a crook up   On the late night posted, slangin' cakes like Hostess   Sumthin' ferocious, mo candy than Reese Pieces   Fo human species, that wanna swap fo TVs an VCs      I'm ready, like Heav D, nuttin' but love fo ya   Fedi dubbs fo ya, the only nigga would glove fo ya   It's me, the ice creamery   So weasel down the Yellow Brick Road while I fold the greenery      It's the ice cream man   Bitch don't you hear the music   I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it      It's the ice cream man   Bitch don't you hear the music   I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it      You wonder why, I became the ice cream man   'Cause I knocked straight hands   But niggaz on my block didn't understand   That I was born to be a factor      If roses what I play, to get paid, then don't fade   But first give a nigga props, fo ditchin' cops   I couldn't work, so I knew a nigga couldn't stop      Slangin' mo yay than the next man   If I come up, don't get mad   Just give a pound to let the best stand      'Cause I done tried gettin' twenty off a note   I been there, slangin' fo the next nigga still broke   He flippin' shit, but you ain't, you fuck around an crumble   Then you come up short on yo bundle      An plus the dope fiends be gafflin', rolled out all yo scratch   You broke, so you whips up a dangle batch   To get enough to cop a zip, I'm stackin' up my grip   Got my 380 out so I don't slip      I need some real folks to come up, niggaz wit some guts   Plots an set up shop, wit Dru an Yuk   My lick mates, 100 percent hustlaz, games an heists   Quick to lick a niggaz house on bikes      Twice the game, bigga the endin', endin' rules   Much shit, an tucked tens is what I'm sendin' fools   I goes through all shit, to lick a ball bitch   To law shit, and then I'm off wit the Lootchie      My game is ready to be sold   I got my stripes fo followin' the Yellow Brick Road      It's the ice cream man   Bitch don't you hear the music   I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it      It's the ice cream man   Bitch don't you hear the music   I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it      Now I'm the ice cream man, bitch   Don't you see the man sittin' on gold ones   Dishin' off half, zips, an whole ones, no one   Could stop the Operation Stackola   A black soldier slangin' crack only fo scratchola      I told ya, I do it to fold ya, straight over nighter   Then flag the driver down wit my flash lighter   He speak, "Please G, please don't say no to me   Fo the cream, I dream, I fiend like Jodeci"      Notice he had a G ready to spend it, splendid   Got my shit so I won't get apprehended   Once again it's on, I gets my bail on   Weasel down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on      I chops cream, seems like the whole block is holdin' now   Broke my triple beam, 'cause the whole scene is rollin' now   Hope I can get to break it down an hold thangs, wit my luck   Num an Yuk, wit gold thangs on the ice cream truck      Nut up wit nuthin's, stroll down the Yellow Brick Road   Quick to lick fo some paper to fold, stole my whole load   What you want a nigga to get hurt fo?   My operation don't include spendin' on the turf hoe      The quickest nigga to finish, I cruise some   Can't be too dumb, sewed up the block, where you from?   So float on, an roll on, an understand, easin' down the road   It's the ice cream man      It's the ice cream man   Bitch don't you hear the music   I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it      It's the ice cream man   Bitch don't you hear the music   I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it      It's the ice cream man   Biatch